I. Upon the moonlight silver rhythms are sliced from the quiet an iambic foot carried over a threshold, still. II. A dog barks echoes approach halls reverberating an Amazon a COVID package delivered. III. Thump, bump, kerplump broken fallen to earth A stranger interrupts the serenity nature beheld. IV. An old friend a dusty memory…
The Storm
The wind blows with a crash and storms the earth Streaks of air catch wisps of hair hold my breath The ground rises, turns in circles, ascends My eyes grow dark, torsos twine together their girth Shutting out light, through bars of limbs, a death, Chain me to the bark of blasted tree, it ends,…
A Dis-Ode to the Mushoom
As a foodie — it pains me the lack of pang, the indifference, for fungi foraged from a forest floor gills, spores, or teeth — mush all not a morel, not a morsel, nor saddle, I’m bareback all the way, I’d rather walk, than search for a jelly cup, hens of the woods, foul to…
The world don’t owe you nothing
The world don’t owe you nothing so like a bird without a dream scrape the sky and birth the day. The day don’t owe you nothing with knuckles raw, grind infinity spark the minutes, free your soul. Your soul don’t owe you nothing circle fist around beating heart Sing your syncopated pulse a melody. The…
the syrphid
Hover with beating wings flower lover Fleeting with iridescent light meeting Reminiscent the wasp, feeding self-sufficient Stops upon a wild rose buzz your hosp Nose deep in dusted pollen your clothes Fallen seraphim cast away foreign Steam the rim of summer’s cream Skim the sunshine of golden trim Mine the sugary of floral wine Fly…
Osborne
You stand the sentinel of midnight drank A drawn black shadow against azure 14 metres of nothing upon the tawny grass Your brandied herd, not more than five score, You roam in space, held dark in place, Charging the horizon, with cars we race, Distill the seasons into strength and proof Mix the sun with…
Love is not a Word
Love is a bowl of morning latte hot and waiting set quietly on a bedside table Love is the cradle of a lap, fallen into on a Friday night overcome with the weariness of a week spent separately together Love is the warmth of a blanket draped warm around your shoulders, comforted, watching an Atlantic…
Super-Pop
Most mornings are a cereal bowl Of kryptonite that withers my fragile will Rots my confidence like a spring snowbank — I’m whipped by salted words, hot with prepubescence, So I retreat into Clark Kent clothes and awkwardness And scream into the testing with a stomp and a fist down But on the quiet of…
footprints on the sands of time
trampled time — history reduced a basilica of broken basalt, fractured marble memories here I was — there I wasn’t pixels pressed into a pause a prayer cut from a pilgrimage standing here — a refracted mirror a shadow cast upon a castle wall a din of littered dust mutes our steps cheesy smiles —…
Wuthering Heights
I. My ghost of us strides upon the heath, unrequited, I’m stained hungry with regret steps cover the discarded, morning mist with fast feet leaving not a print on the shards of blasted bedrock, heaved hard, my breast of bramble wild and untempered, feral love, once your attention had tamed, wild again wants what it…
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